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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.