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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Pylon,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.