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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Nico,
Magazine,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.