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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.