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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.