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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Organ,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Wings,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.