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 China and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Index,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The Move,
Visage,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.