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 Vanuatu 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.