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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.