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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.