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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.