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 India and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ludus to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Scion,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.