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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.