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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.