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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.