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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Chrome,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.