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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.