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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.