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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.