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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.