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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.