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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Faust,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.