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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
The Index,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.