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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.