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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.