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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.