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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.