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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.