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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.