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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.