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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.