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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
cv313,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.