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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.