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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.