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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.