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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.