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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.