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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.