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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Nas,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.