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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.