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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.