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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
the Swans,
The Names,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.