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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.