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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.