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 Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.