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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.