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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.