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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Fear,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.