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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.