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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.