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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.