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 China and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
The Move,
JFA,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.