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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.