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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.