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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Franke 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.