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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.