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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.