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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.