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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.