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 Samoa and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.