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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.