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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Japan,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Fear,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.