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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.