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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.