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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.