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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Index,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.