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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.