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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
The Evens,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Index,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.