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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.