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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.