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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.