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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.