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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.