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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.