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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.