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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.