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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.