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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
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.