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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.