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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.