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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.