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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.