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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.