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 Palau 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.