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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.