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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.