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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.