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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.