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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.