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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Monks,
the Human League,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.