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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.