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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.