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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.