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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.