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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.