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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.