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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Hardrive 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.