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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.