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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.