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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.