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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.