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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.