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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.