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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.