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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.