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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.