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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.