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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.