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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.