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 Austria and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.