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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.