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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.