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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Rakim,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Japan,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.