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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Nico,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.