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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.