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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.