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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.