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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.