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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.