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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.