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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.