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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.