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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.