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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.