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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Swell Maps 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Pole,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Faust,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.