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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.