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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
AZ,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.