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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.