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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Chrome,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.