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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.