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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
The Gories,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Television,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.