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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.