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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Smog,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Television,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.