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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.