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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Index,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.