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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.