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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.