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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.