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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.