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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
UT,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.