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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.