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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Gong,
The Gories,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.