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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Index,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.