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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.