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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.