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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.