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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
DNA,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Swans,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.