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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.