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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.