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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.