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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.