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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.