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 Samoa and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.