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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.