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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.