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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.