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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.