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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.