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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.