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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.