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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.