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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.