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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.