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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.