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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.