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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.