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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
cv313,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.