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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.