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 Russia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.