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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Index,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.