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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.