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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.