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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.