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 Ireland and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Main Source,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.