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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.