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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.