Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.