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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Organ,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.