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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.