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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Nas,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.