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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.