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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.