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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.