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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.