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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sound to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Pole,
AZ,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.