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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.