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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.