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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.