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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.