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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.