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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.