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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.