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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.