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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.