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 Peru 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.