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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.