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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.