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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.