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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.