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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.