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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.