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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
ABC,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.