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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.