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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.