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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.