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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.