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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.