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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.