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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Deakin,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.