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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.