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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.