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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.