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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.