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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.