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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.