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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.