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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.