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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.