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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.