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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABC to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.