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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.