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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Nico,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.