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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Can,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.