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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Television,
The Saints,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.