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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.