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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.