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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.