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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.