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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.