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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.