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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.