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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.