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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Roxette,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.