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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.