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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.