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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pole to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.