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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.