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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.