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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.