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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.