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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.