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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.