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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
X-101,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Index,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.