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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.