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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.