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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
June Days,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.