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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.