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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.