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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.