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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.