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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.