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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.