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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.