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 Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.