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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.