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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.