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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.