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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.