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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.