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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Japan,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.