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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.