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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.