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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Urselle,
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The Move,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.