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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.