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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.