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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.