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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.