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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.