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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.