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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.