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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Brick,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.