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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.