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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Inner City 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.