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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.