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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
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.