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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.