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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.