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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.