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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.