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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.