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 Zambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.