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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.