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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.