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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Amazonics 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.