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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
UT,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.