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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.