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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Organ,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.