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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.