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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.