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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.