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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.