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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.