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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.