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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.