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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.