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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.