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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.