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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.