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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Whodini,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.