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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.