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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.