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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Mars,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.