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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.