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 United States and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.