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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
JFA,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.