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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.