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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.