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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
UT,
Television,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.