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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.