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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.