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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.