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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.