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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.