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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.