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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.