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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.