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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Remains,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.