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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.