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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.