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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.