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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
MC5,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.