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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
X-102,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.