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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.