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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.