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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.