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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.