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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.