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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.