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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.