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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.