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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.