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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.