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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.