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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.