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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.