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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.