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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.