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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Slave,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.