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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.