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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.