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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Move 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Index,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.