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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.