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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.