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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.