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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.