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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.