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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.