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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.