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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.