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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
UT,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.