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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angry Samoans 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.