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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.