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 Spain and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.