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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Gong,
Pylon,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.