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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.