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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Pole,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.