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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Crime,
Aswad,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.