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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.