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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
ABC,
The Monks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.