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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.