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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.