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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.