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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.