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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
JFA,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.