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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Technova,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.