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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.