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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.