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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.