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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.