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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.