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 Dominica and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Wings,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.