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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.