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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.