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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.