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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.