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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.