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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.