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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.