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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.