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 Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.