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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.