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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.