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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.