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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.