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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.