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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.