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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.