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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Scion,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.