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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.