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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.