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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.