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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.