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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Flipper,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.