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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Q65,
cv313,
Skaos,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.