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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.