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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.