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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Saints,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.