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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.