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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.