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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.