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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.