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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.