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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.