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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.