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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.