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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.