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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 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 Schoolly D 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Swans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.