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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.