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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
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.