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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Monks,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.