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 Marshall Islands 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.