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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.