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 Gambia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.