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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.