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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.