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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.