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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.