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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.