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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.