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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.