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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.