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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.