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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.