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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.