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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.