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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.