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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.