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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.