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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.