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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.