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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.