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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.