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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.