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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
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.