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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.