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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.