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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Television,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.