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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.