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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.