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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.