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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.