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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.