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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.