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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.