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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.