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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.