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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.