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 Gambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
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.