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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.