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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
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.