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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Franke,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.