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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.