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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.