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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.