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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.