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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.