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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Wire,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.