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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.