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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Scion,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Can,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.