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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.