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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.