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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.