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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.