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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.