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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.