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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.