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 Yemen and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.