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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.