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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.