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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.