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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.