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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.