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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.