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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.