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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.