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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.