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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.