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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.