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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.