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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.