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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.