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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
10cc,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.