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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Names,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Japan,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.