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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.