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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.