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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.