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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.