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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doors to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.