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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.