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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.