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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Index,
Faust,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.