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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.