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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
MC5,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Q65,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.