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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.