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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.