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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Suicide 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Smog,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.