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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.