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 Canada 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.