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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
ABC,
Skriet,
Inner City,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.