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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Index,
X-102,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Mars,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.