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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.