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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.