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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.