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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.