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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.