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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Can,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.