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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.