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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.