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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.