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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.