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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.