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 Albania and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.